Peerless Empress: One Woman, One Sword, Slaying Through Myriad Realms

Gradually, the people in the square had all asked for directions, and finally it was the disciples on the second-level pillars' turn.

So far, the disciples who have advanced the most and performed the best are Shangyu, Jingfan, and Dongling.

On the second-level pillar, Feng Huanhuan was suddenly enveloped by the light of the token, and her yellow robes fell to the ground below the platform.

With each strike she made, the sky seemed to divide into two seasons, with the central celestial monument as the boundary.

Half of the land is bathed in spring breezes, with flowers blooming everywhere; the other half is swept by autumn winds, withered leaves growing everywhere.

The people on the pillars on both sides, though living through spring and autumn, all suffer the same fate of being deprived of their vitality.

One side died in terror, the other in peace.

"The Dao is terrifying; it nourishes things silently and kills without a trace..." Those who had taken refuge said with relief as the lower pillars of the Dao were cleared away.

As she strolled up to the eighth floor, Feng Huanhuan turned her gaze to Xiahou Jun, her face expressionless yet radiating boundless coldness.

"All things are born and fall, and at the end of all transformations, they all return to decay." Her aura of spring and autumn was strong, and she continuously bombarded the Heavenly Stele, causing the laws of the Dao to resonate incessantly.

"Your path is not worthy." Xiahou Jun's eyes darkened, and he unleashed the Law of Myriad Transformations and Dao Power, frantically transforming Spring and Autumn into Nine Flames.

"You can get out of here now." Amidst the endless cycle of spring and autumn, and the chaotic sounds of battle, Feng Huanhuan's gentle yet confident voice rang out.

In the next instant, the spring breeze could not burn it all, and the autumn's killing power could not be extinguished. Xiahou Jun spat out blood, and nine flames flickered around her, actually consuming her.

Under her relentless bombardment, very few people remained steadfast at the eighth level and below.

Xiahou Jun finally stepped down from the pillar with a sullen face.

Feng Huanhuan coldly withdrew her gaze, stepped onto the ninth step, her yellow robe fluttering, and terrifying Dao power surged forth.

"The path of life is vast and boundless, all things have their place, how can we break through the cycle of spring and autumn?" Her voice resonated with the Daoist laws of the Nine Steles, echoing between heaven and earth.

Despite the withering and decay of life, the power within her never ceased, and even after nine cries, she continued to activate the Heavenly Stele.

Her body withered away, revealing her ghastly white bones, only to spring back to life in an instant, repeating this cycle endlessly.

The figures atop the pillars of Dao were unable to break through its barrier; only their beauty faded, and they retreated from the pillars in shock.

How can we break the Spring and Autumn Annals? How can we break her way?

"The Way of Spring and Autumn Cycle, with a steadfast Dao heart, possesses extraordinary potential." The spectators stared at Feng Huanhuan and uttered these words.

"Fifth Senior Sister's Dao is similar to the Dao of Life and Death, but she places greater emphasis on the process." Ye Wuxi's Dao of Life and Death unfolded in round after round, as she comprehended the Dao and also used it to comprehend her own Dao.

Feng Huanhuan does not cultivate the power of death, nor does she pursue the path of life. The purpose of her cyclical path is to return to life and fall, with the word "fall" above it.

Only when the time for asking the questions had come did the laws of heaven and earth calm down, and there were no more than ten people left among the ninth-tier Dao Pillars.

In the next round of appearances from Dongling, it was Ying Zheng's turn again.

A blue robe swirling with thunder, he ascends to the heavens wielding punishment.

The Three Thousand Dao Platforms were engulfed by terrifying lightning, and the people on the Dao Pillars were as if they were under heavenly tribulation, their bodies torn apart and suffering unspeakable pain.

"Get lost." Ying Zheng stepped onto the seventh floor, his long hair flying as he glanced at Feng Yu, while the power of lightning in his palm rolled and blasted upwards.

The lightning tribulation light around Feng Yu surged endlessly, and the will of heavenly punishment clashed in his soul sea, constantly shattering the radiance of the sun.

"He's just showing off on this platform. If he has the guts, let's have a second round." After being targeted by Dongling time and again, Feng Yu spat out blood and roared angrily.

"Someone will deal with you." Ying Zheng said coldly, and the terrifying power of lightning strikes down again, the might of the void surging endlessly.

"Wait until I ask the question, and you'll all suffer." Feng Yu, covered in blood, could no longer hold on and darkly descended from the Dao pillar.

Ying Zheng's blue robe billowed as he stepped onto the ninth step without pausing, a terrifying vortex of lightning raging around him before crashing into the Heavenly Stele.

With a loud "thud," the Dao Laws resounded, thunder rumbled incessantly in the void, and the vast light of the tribulation lightning showered down, making his body appear like a thunder god from the heavens.

The lightning strikes down fiercely, rapidly clearing the area of ​​Dao pillars.

"The ultimate path of lightning punishment has led to a series of people reaching the ninth level, and Dongling is flourishing."

"But why are all these people from Dongling so crazy? They've knocked on nine steles and still don't stop, they want to keep asking questions." Some people in the crowd were puzzled.

In previous sessions, no one has ever been able to completely clear the Dao Platform, so why bother to harm oneself by blasting others off the Dao Pillar? Previously, Ruan Hua's Supreme Azure Cloud Dao was also a case of knowing when to stop.

The Lord of Liyang Realm and the four Great Emperors beside him had terrifyingly gloomy expressions. Others might not know, but they did.

Next, it wasn't a disciple from the wine shop who appeared in Dongling, but Song Xuesheng.

Clad in white robes, treading through snow, and shrouded in thunder, he inquired about the Dao, but alas, he stopped at the eighth level.

Disappointment was in Song Xuesheng's eyes. The Tongtian Asking Platform was for asking questions, but also for asking about future potential, and he seemed far from being good enough.

"That's more normal now. If everyone went up to the ninth floor, Dongling would be too overpowered." The crowd nodded in agreement.

After several rounds, no one from Dongling advanced. Gu Baiyi was enveloped in light and landed on the Asking Platform.

Clad in snow-white robes, his figure was shrouded in the surging light of destruction emanating from him, his eyes as black as ink, yet always sharp and piercing.

As the domineering River of Destruction swept across, those on the Dao Pillar who couldn't escape were instantly crushed to dust, from their physical bodies to their souls.

Gu Baiyi, carrying the Destruction Demon Prison, stepped onto the seventh level. His gaze suddenly turned, and Feng Yu's eyes trembled, unable to meet his eyes directly.

"Is that all you've got?" As she spoke, she unleashed a devastating attack, with nine Heavenly Steles resounding in unison and the Seven-Layer Dao Pillars roaring as the Demon King of Destruction crushed Feng Yu's body and forced him off the battle platform.

Everything is destroyed, let alone a false sun.

"Today, can your path transform into mine?" Gu Baiyi stepped directly onto the eighth floor and said indifferently to Xiahou Jun. Nine terrifying destruction diagrams rose from his palm and knocked on the nine heavenly steles respectively.

In an instant, the laws of heaven and earth ceased, darkness invaded the void, and destructive calamity light relentlessly bombarded everything.

"It's just borrowing the Dao stele, what does it prove?" Xiahou Jun sneered and retreated from the Dao pillar with bloodstains on her face.

Let alone achieving Dao transformation, her body simply couldn't withstand this domineering destructive power. If she couldn't even bear the Dao, how could she possibly achieve it?

Gu Baiyi remained unfazed, his long hair flying as he stepped onto the ninth step, his sharp aura awe-inspiring.

Despite the heavens and earth being engulfed in a destructive demonic tide, Qin Yuan was never blasted off the pillar of Dao.

"Another person has been added to Dongling. Each of them has their own unique way of destruction. I really don't know how they were cultivated."

"However, those guys from Dongling, their endless knocking on the stele seems to be intentionally targeting the Immortal King Body." The crowd finally noticed the anomaly.

"Some people just can't see reality," the Lord of Liyang suddenly sneered.

"We'll see," the Lord of Dongling Realm rarely retorted.

The deans of the East and West Academy looked rather grim. So far, Dongling has only shown its strength through the Wine Alliance, targeting not only the two people who came to provoke Li Yang, but also Xiahou Jun.

Xiahou Jun has always been someone they support and have high hopes for.

After another round, a white-robed monk arrived below the platform.

His monk robes shone with the light of Buddha, yet his brows held a murderous aura.

As Du'e ascended step by step to the heavens, the ancient Buddha descended from the vast void, manifesting countless forms that illuminated all living beings.

Each pillar was enveloped in a radiant light, and the golden Buddhas that everyone faced were different, as if they were reflections of themselves.

"No..." The images of Buddhas crushed people's hearts and bodies, and the sound of explosions came one after another from the pillar of the Dao, which was annihilated by the compassionate Buddhas.

The Buddha's light shines upon all beings, a form of salvation, but it does not save oneself.